#BIG ROUND TUMMY TO RUB AND NOBODY TO RUB IT

[nisuna]

Currently trying to recreate tipsy big!brother Suguru x reader x Satoru bcs I don't know what happened to it. Did I delete it did it get deleted idkkkk I'm so sad

But I did it!! I added some stuff and refined it a bit soooo.. noice

The ask was: tipsy Suguru shares his pretty little sister with Satoru<3

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18+ MDNI

TW: stepcest, riding, dick sucking, throat fucking, anal play (not putting anything in), mentions of foursome; use of baby, princess, good girl; dry humping, groping, tit sucking, teasing, a fuck ton of dirty talk, breeding kink, hickeys, oral (m receiving)

They've been teasing you all evening. But because they always were touchy when showing affection, you didn't think much of it. So you didn't mind that your Brother Suguru was hugging you from behind, head on your shoulder while swaying both of you to the music at one of their shitty house parties. And you didn't mind when Satoru ran his hands up and down your waist to greet you. But what you did start minding, was when you felt your brother rub his hard crotch against your ass. And you did mind when Satoru's fingers danced along the hem of your low-cut dress, occasionally slipping in to give your tits a squeeze. At one point they were just shamelessly dry humping you on the dance floor. Nobody seemed to care, because the other guests were about past tipsy at this point. But whenever you tried to speak up they both shushed you saying it's not that serious and that it's just for fun. You just couldn't say no to either of them.

When you ended up staddling Satoru you realized that they were lying to your face the whole time. Because you think it is rather serious when you're straddling your brother's best friend, dress bunched at your tummy exposing your tits and ass, while your brother is pulling down his pants. "We really shouldn't be doing this", you whined, trying more to convince yourself than the two guys. Satoru just hummed while sucking deep purple marks on your neck, occasionally licking over them as he squeezed you tight. "Don't worry, princess. This is just for fun, we'll take good care of ya.", he whispered against your lips, giving your hip a reassuring squeeze.

"Which hole do you want, Satoru? Dibs on her mouth", your brother grinned, cheeks dusted pink from the alcohol he's had so far.

"Hmm, I was thinking pussy. But if you say it like that..." he bit your neck while gliding his slicked finger over the rim of your asshole. The attention made you gasp and clutch on to his shoulders. He kissed your temple still playing with your other hole. "But why don't we leave this for a special occasion, shall we?" he winked at you and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Fine by me", Suguru huffed, already stroking his cock in your direction.

And that's how you ended up in the predicament you're currently in. You tried your best to take Suguru as deep as possible, but not choke too much. Your mind felt fuzzy from Satoru whispering in your ear while also paying attention to your asshole. "Baby", he moaned, "look at it, it's literally begging for attention. Bet you could take three guys at once. Should we get a third one to fill up your mouth while me and your brother fuck your ass and pussy? Hmm? You'd like that huh. Don't lie to me, I can feel you dripping all over my leg. You're gushing, pretty.", he kissed your cheek, while you were moaning around your brother's dick. You tried to shake your head no (you were in complete denial), but your brother kept your head in place fucking his cock deeper down your throat.

"Satoru, you better keep talkin' to her like that, her moans do wonders 'round my cock ah"

"You don't have to tell me that, she's squeezing me so hard whenever I say anything. Say, want us to breed you? Want three big men to manhandle and breed you so all of your holes are full of cum? Hmm want to feel it drip out while we push it right back in?", he mused while groping one of your tits with his hand and sucking on the nipple of the other one.

You momentarily unlatched yourself from Suguru's cock but continued to stroke it with your hand while you mewled, "Yeees want it bad, want to feel so full, wanna feel you drip out, oh god please fill me up!!"

"Hehe, you heard her," your brother hummed, you could only yelp when you felt him yank you by the hair, lips back on his cock, "now get back to work."

"Mhmm~" you hummed around his dick.

"Alright, we're gonna fill you up, make ya nice and plump. But you gotta cum first okay? Can you do that for me, cream round my cock, yeah?"

You moaned in agreement and felt your eyes roll back as Satoru's thick fingers went to work on your neglected clit.

They were fucking you between them as you tried to pleasure both of them, while Satoru was rubbing thick circles on your clit. Your mind was going fuzzy from getting filled on both ends and from the aftermath of Satoru's dirty talking.

He was right on time when you felt yourself get close, "Gonna fuck you airtight next time, if you cum right now. Can you do that? Oh yeah that's it." You came with a muffled scream as they kept fucking you through your high. Satoru finished right after from your pussy convulsing around him. And when you looked up to Suguru with teary, fucked out eyes, that was when he too hit his limit, stuffing his cock in your mouth and spilling down your throat. You eagerly swallowed all of it and when he pulled out you showed him your empty mouth, proudly sticking out your tongue. He kissed your forehead while patting your hair. "Good girl, you did so well for us."

"Yeah good job", Satoru nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. "Also", he kissed from your neck to your ear, slightly nibbling on it, "I wasn't joking about someone joining. We really want to try a lot of things with you, right, Suguru?"

"Right", your brother smiled gently, coming closer to cage you between the two of them.

This experience will definitely leave a dent in your relationship, but you felt safe between the two guys you trusted most in the world. How could that possibly be wrong?

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Feel free to send me your Hot Takes as well ^^

[bellyasks]

Would you be ok with sharing some prompts about characters who are tiny, like about the size of a hand? Whether it's about them attempting to eat food that's average for a human but much too big for them or someone giving them the gentlest belly rubs, anything would be fine!

🍎 Your character sneaks into a fridge or cabinet for a snack and gets stuck inside. Nobody is around to hear them, so until someone comes around to help them escape, there's not much to do but eat.

👇 A larger friend is giving your character a tummy rub after a big meal, but their big fingers press just a little too much, possibly making your character burp a lot or upsetting their tummy.

🍓 Your character is determined to finish a piece of food that would be nothing for a normal-sized person but is enormous for them (a single berry, one french fry, a lone noodle, etc). How much can they finish before they have to stop?

🪤 Your character sneaks into a space through a tiny hole or crack to get at the food within, but after eating their fill, they're too bloated to squeeze back out.

🫴 Your character is just the right size for their full, round belly to fit in the palm of a normal-sized person's hand, and after a particularly big meal, their larger friend gently holds their belly by letting them lay over their hand. Of course, when your character falls asleep like that, their friend is trapped.

🧸 With their soft, round tummy, your pocket-sized character makes a perfect stress toy for their larger friend. Their friend has to be careful, though, especially if your character is feeling full, otherwise they'll cause a tummyache.

👕 Your character dresses up in Barbie clothes or similar doll/toy clothes, whether by their own choice or at the urging of a friend, and eats until the velcro pops open.

🍳 A larger friend cooks for your tiny character and makes them some miniature food, but even that is still disproportionately big. Still, they went to all that trouble, and your character intends to finish the meal.

[bitchb0ybunny]

How TF141 would react to you crying when they pick you up..

Cant sleep, have a doctors appointment real early in the morning, and can't get this out of my head as a plus-sized person. Please enjoy this, I'm so tired :3

-Ghost would probably be one of the only ones of the group to actually understand why you started crying.. He's seen you stare at yourself in the mirror, he's watched you change clothes a million times because you didn't like how your stomach was showing, or how the open back of a top showed off your back rolls, or how your thighs refused to be contained by the leggings you squeezed yourself into over the course of fifteen or so minutes. He knew you didn't like your body, and that because of your size and weight you hadn't been picked up in a long time. Nobody had even attempted it since you were young.

So when he randomly picked you up at the grocery store and held you up so you could reach something on the back of the top shelf, holding you up as if you weighed nothing because he most certainly has had to carry and/or hold a lot heavier things, he knew why you started crying almost immediately. When he you eventually grab what you couldn't reach beforehand, he sets you down and holds you tightly, letting you cry and mumble for a few minutes before you two kept shopping. "Shh... shh... it's alright, sweetheart.. No, no, you're not to heavy for me, not even close... Let it out, your alright.."

-Soap would be confused.. Why are you crying? He just picked you up and moved you to a different couch cushion so he could sit with you. Did he hurt you? Why are tears streaming down those adorable little round cheeks? Did he grab you too hard, move you too suddenly and scare you? You had looked half asleep, so maybe? Had he made you uncomfortable, overwhelmed you maybe? He was confused and worried, he thought he did something wrong.. Doesn't really know what to do, but will comfort you as best as he can once he finds out why you started crying. "Bonnie, I dinnae mean to hurt ya-... Ya didn't expect me ta move ya? 'Too heavy'? Sure, yer a bit of a challenge, but I'm a strong lad. I've carried 'lot heavier."

-Price Probably a mix of confusion and understanding.. At first, he was like Soap. He thought he hurt you, he's been a Soldier for 20+ years so sometimes he forgets his own strength, but would immediately understand after asking a few questions..

"Did I hurt you, love? You a'right?.. Awh, don't give me that, sweetheart. Just cause I got a bit of a tummy don't mean I can't pick you up, I'm still a Soldier y'know." Would definitely laugh a little at his own comments or jokes.. He's got that 'I dont care, Im old and tired' kinda view on it. "'m old, tired, and scarred. Just happy someone as gorgeous as yourself finds the time to love me, I don't care if you have stretch marks or rolls or somethin... Hell, I got 'em too."

-Gaz would probably be confused as all hell, but still try and comfort you.. He had just picked you up cause he wanted a quick snuggle, after all. "Hey, hey, what're those tears about, beauty? Don't cry, y'got nothin to cry about right now, I gotcha.." Would definitely hold you a bit tighter, rubbing his hands along your sides even if you have rolls that make it a little bit difficult. He loves your rolls & your chub, loves to trace along your stretch marks when you cuddle at night.. He figures it out a little while later, but doesn't say anything to you. He doesn't want to make you embarrassed.. But you do notice that he's picking you up more often, often picking you up while giving you a big 'ole bear hug.. He loves you, after all, so why not use his extra muscles from work to show that?

[itadorist]

Broo, imagine if breeding season effected itto omgomgomg, like imagine oni's having ruts and when they go into they're ruts the become super possessive and like.

Voyeurism, itto fucking you in front of his gang to remind them that your his lover, his marriage partner, his breeding hole, he's just all over you, fucking you deeply in a alley while forcing his gang to watch so they remember who you belong too. Sobbing rn, I need him smm.

Tagging @heizhoed Because her itto complex is... there is none like her. ft. Breeding kink, fem!reader, possession sex, voyeurism, itto being feral.

Absolutely. it has been such a rough week due to how badly mating season has effected itto. Every chance he'd obtain, he'd find some place, some time to pull you somewhere and fuck you. You didn't mind, especially knowing that if you didn't help him then it could result in him hurting physically.

He tried to be gentle. Itto isn't oblivious to his size, he's so much bigger than you are and he has to be gentle because using even a little too much strength could hurt you. He doesn't wanna hurt you because he loves his cute little wife so much :( — it isn't until he sees one of his puny gang members making moves on you from the distance that he can't help but get riled up. His breeding urges had already been eating him alive all week, but seeing someone even dare to speak to you with such a desiring glint in they're eye is what makes him act on them.

The next morning he doesn't hesitate to call a gang meeting, only to pull you into the nearest alleyway and fuck you against the strongly built wall that belonged to some irrelevant noodle shop. He tells, no— Demands that his gang watches him brutalize your innocent cunny.

His large palms cupping your ass while he slides his huge cock into your stretched pussy, it isn't easy — he's so big' n thick that it takes a couple of thrusts to get the tip to penetrate your hole cause that's just how big the oni is. once he manages to finally fit into your drooling pussy, he takes off — drilling his large cock into your aching cunt without a hint of remorse.

"You see?" itto snarled at his gang members, unintentionally baring his teeth while focusing on nothing but the way your tiny cunt stretched around his large dick, his huge dick that had you frozen against the wall. "Nobody can fuck her like i can."

The feeling of his cock rubbing against your gummy, tight walls and stretching them as well has you weak in the legs, thighs quivering at the way your boyfriend is so fully determined to fuck you until he's positive your full of nothing but his seed. The only thing on itto's mind is breeding you until your round and big with his kids. "Itto, baby — you gotta slow down, my legs are getting tired!" You sobbed, helplessly as he dug the tip of his messy cock deeper, ignoring your protest.

"You feelin' me in your tummy?" He asked, squeezing your ass for a response —in response you nodded, too ashamed of how much your enjoying this side of itto, how possessive he is. Your too shy to glance over and see the reaction of the arataki gang, although your positive they're getting off on watching they're huge boss pound his little wife's pussy, not missing a beat.

You begun feeling dizzy and weak, you can feel the little knot in your tummy untying itself, your about to cum — and judging by how itto's movements are getting so unorganized and sloppy, he's about to spill his load as well.

"m'gonna cum inside you, okay pretty baby?" He growls into your ear, breathlessly as his cock begun to twitch, it wasn't long before you had succumb to your orgasm, letting out a whine at the strong feeling of euphoria that overtook your little abused body — followed by itto's orgasm, a thick pearly cum oozing out of your stuffed pussy and staining the alleyway concrete below.

"Mine." were his only words, glancing back to look at his gang members. He certainly wasn't wrong, although once you catch your breath, you should let him know that the member who you were talking to earlier was just asking if itto was doing alright.

Xyhoo·  ·  ·  · ✦ ― please do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work on any platform, or claim any of it as your own. 03/06/2023 - 2:55 am.

[drpeppertummy]

truthfully my friends this isnt something im overly into or experienced in & as such i have Absolutely no idea if its any good or not. godspeed

[alien-esque parasite creature-in-stomach bordering-on-rapid-horror-preg situation, ends in hospital post-surgery bc you know id never let it explode him but the hospital isnt like a whole big thing, nobody has a good time in this but hes fine]

Val was beginning to wonder if eating at that sketchy restaurant in Hell had been a good idea.

Truthfully, he'd known it was a bad idea from the start. He hadn't liked the look of the place when his sister had brought him there, the service had been awful, the food had been worse, and he'd felt a little off ever since. That had been a few days ago, and he was back home now. It was always shockingly cold returning to the mortal world after visiting his family, but he was glad to be back in Connie's arms, even if it meant braving the chilly autumn air.

Exhausted from the busy week behind him, Val flopped down onto the bed. He was freshly showered and dressed in his pajamas, and very glad about it. Connie was taking her turn in the shower now. Sprawled out flat on his back, Val looked down at himself, and his brow furrowed. He hadn't felt quite right ever since visiting that restaurant, and he was still a little bloated. He laid his head back down on the pillow and rested his hands on his belly.

"Looks like your mom stuffed you like a turkey," Connie teased, standing in the doorway. "Does she think you're as skinny as I do?"

"Christ, does she," Val laughed.

"Maybe you oughtta visit more often, let her beef you up a little," she giggled, dropping herself onto the bed next to him.

"I don't think I could handle that," said Val. "You know everyone else in my family is like ten feet tall?" Connie laughed.

"And I bet they feed you like you are too, right?" She placed a hand on his rounded tummy and raised her eyebrows at how firm it felt. "Sheesh, you really feel stuffed."

"Tell you the truth, my sister dragged me out to some weird restaurant a couple days before I left. It was a mess, you never woulda gone in. Whatever I ate didn't sit right, I guess, my stomach's been a little funny ever since. I've spent the past few days feeling like I swallowed a bowling ball."

"Huh," said Connie, rubbing his belly. It gurgled uncomfortably under her hand. "Maybe you got, like, mild food poisoning or something."

"Maybe," he sighed. "Probably."

"Do you feel sick?"

"I don't know. Not quite. Just off. ADR, as they say at the vet. I mean, I definitely feel bloated, I can tell you that much."

"Believe me, you don't have to tell me," she chuckled, patting his belly. It didn't sound hollow, like it was filled with gas. Instead it sounded solid, like patting a rock, and it let out another sickly gurgle. Connie winced sympathetically.

Suddenly, Val sat up. Connie looked up at him, surprised. His face was difficult to read, but he seemed tense. Concerned, she sat up beside him.

"Val, what's the matter?" She placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know," he said uncertainly, holding both hands against his tummy. He looked down, brow furrowed. Was he more bloated than before? His stomach felt tighter, and…strange, somehow. Almost as if something inside him was pulsing.

"Maybe you should go to urgent care or something," said Connie. She didn't like the look on his face, and she didn't like that he was still so bloated days after eating whatever he'd eaten.

"I can't go to urgent care. I'm not even human. They wouldn't know what to make of me even if I was feeling fine."

"Yeah, but…I don't know. I'm worried," she said, squeezing his shoulder. Now that he was sitting up, his belly looked even more distended than it had when he was laying, and it was oddly top-heavy, as though whatever was making it so swollen was stuck up in his stomach. She didn't like that at all.

Val couldn't disagree with her point of view. Still, he preferred to avoid letting people find out he wasn't human if he could help it. It was a dangerous secret to reveal, and there had been plenty of times where he'd nearly paid a heavy price for it. He didn't have much time to mull it over, though, because his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a bizarre wave of pain in his stomach. He doubled over with a groan, clutching his belly.

"Val!" Connie grabbed his shoulders. Val remained frozen, trying to process what he'd just felt. It was pain, certainly, and pressure, but it almost felt like movement as well. Cautiously, he sat back upright, his breathing shallow and shaky.

"That's it, you're going to the hospital," she said, standing up. Val opened his mouth to protest when another surge of pain shot through him, and this time he definitely felt movement. He doubled over again, gaping like a fish as his belly pushed out against his hands.

Carefully, Connie pulled him to his feet, putting an arm around his waist to hold him steady, and hurried him out of the bedroom. As they walked, she felt something shift under her hand, and for a moment she froze, looking down at him.

"What the fuck was that?"

"I don't--I don't know," he choked out, desperately hugging his middle.

"Let's go," she urged, and practically dragged him out of the house.

Connie hastily put the directions into the GPS and was off like a flash before Val could even finish buckling up. His belly bulged conspicuously over the seatbelt, undeniably rounder than it had been earlier, and whatever was inside was growing restless. A moan of terror escaped him as he watched something move under the skin.

"Connie, I love you," he blurted out, his voice shaking.

"I love you too. Don't talk like you're gonne die. You're not gonna die." She reached out and grabbed his shoulder tightly before returning her hand to the wheel. Val thought she looked like she definitely thought he was going to die.

The pressure inside his stomach was unbelievable, and only seemed to be increasing as whatever was inside continued to move around and grow. It was growing fast now, and he could feel his stomach stretching and straining to contain it. He tried not to think about how far it could stretch before it burst.

"We're almost there," said Connie, trying to reassure herself just as much as him. She glanced over at him and was horrified to see his belly visibly squirming. Suddenly, his belly surged violently, and he let out a hoarse cry as the creature inside him began to thrash, pushing out hard against the walls of his stomach.

"Oh, god, please," he cried out, clutching his belly as his tightly-stretched skin was pulled tighter still. "Oh, please, god, no--"

Val woke up feeling like he'd been run through with a chainsaw. He wasn't sure where he was or what had happened, and he didn't have the strength to care. All he knew was that there was a horrible searing pain in his belly. As he regained consciousness, though, he began to recall the events of the night, and he looked down at himself. His belly was flat. Flat, and bandaged up. He let his head fall back onto the pillow with a sigh of relief.

The surgeon told him that he'd barely made it in time, and that they'd pulled something like a sucker-mouthed chupacabra out of his stomach, and that it was nearly the size of an infant, and that his wife had urged them to just not ask questions, and that after the procedure they were inclined to just roll with that, and that he'd have to stay in the hospital for at least a week. Val groggily accepted all of this information; the surgeon could've told him he'd grown a second head and he'd have nodded along. With his stomach intact, all he cared about now was seeing Connie.

EPILOGUE BECAUSE I CANT WRITE ENDINGS: It took one day for Val to win the hearts of all the nurses with his charm and only five for him to be released--for good behavior, he'd joked. Against all predictions, he recovered surprisingly quickly, although his tummy remained terribly sore for weeks; that was, of course, to be expected. He'd persuaded the hospital to let him ship the creature back to Hell for further evaluation. Astonishingly, they'd managed to get it out alive after sedating it right along with Val, and it had been nicknamed "Fluffy" by the frightened staff who were in charge of keeping it under observation. Fluffy, as it turned out, was a relatively common parasite found in undercooked lava cod, which was exactly what Val had eaten, although most of his fellow demons and devils were built sturdily enough that it wasn't much of a danger to them. Connie, who had been even more shaken up by the incident than her husband, received even more affection from him than usual in the following days. He felt awful for putting her through the experience--he'd expressed this, and she'd incredulously assured him that it wasn't his fault--and he made sure to bake her something special for taking care of him.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

This is also a college Steve and Bucky AU that I can't get out of my head Imagine a jock who is well known for always completing keg stands and winning drinking competitions and being able to guzzle down the most beer without stoping and never being able to back down from a chance at victory and he gets invited to all the parties because people just want to see how much he can take and not-so-slowly he starts to develop a tank of a beer belly that he's in denial about when he's sober and totally doesn't notice when he's drunk and it becomes a novelty at parties to pat him on the gut and hand him another beer and play with his belly and get him as full and as drunk as possible just to see the lasting effects on his growing body, and in his drunken state he slowly starts to enjoy the way people fondle his moobs and play with his gut and call him names with affection, and it eventually transcends into his sober life as well and he longs for people to pat him on the belly and tell him what a good job he's doing and bite his moobs like breasts and he doesn't even know why he has these desires but he finds himself thinking about it constantly, and he only admits how much he wants it when he's too drunk to remember his own name and surrounded by people who are a little more sober than him, who want to make him feel good but also continue to give him beer and alcohol even when he's passed his limit because at the end of the day, they really do just want to see how big they can grow that keg of a gut. He put so much effort into being a jock, and now he's subconsciously putting all that dedication into this instead

Oof, God, yeah, it's like he's turned into the campus mascot! 🥵

And yanno how a lot of college campuses will have those statues around the quad or at the entrance to one of the bigger, more important buildings that has a really shiny part because it's tradition to walk past and pat or rub the statue for luck-?

It's that, but with a student. (I'm thinking Bucky for this 💦)

Just imagine, after a particularly filling party, Bucky is sitting on the couch. His chest is heaving, moobs hanging out, his shirt long gone - who knows if he ripped it off himself in the middle of his feverish, alcohol-induced stupor or if someone managed to peel it off of him when he wasn’t paying attention, too busy consuming - his belly jiggling as he breathes so hard. He’s so packed full and heavy that he’s denting the poor furniture, crushing the padding, making the springs squeak, leaving the wood frame groaning. 

And, as per tradition, when he’s done with the last kegger, groaning his way through it, struggling to fit anything else inside himself, stomach stretched taut so much so that it feels like he’s full up to the back of his throat, even his esophagus filled, people start to come over to rub Bucky’s belly. Drunk college kids stumbling their way toward the spectacle that he’s become, slurring their praises and compliments for how good he did. How big he got. They all know the legend, but it’s one thing to know and another to see.

Bucky is damn notorious for his ability to chug. 

Nobody on campus doesn’t know Bucky’s name (or, really, the shape of Bucky); nobody doesn’t come over when they see him waddling through campus, huffing and puffing, offering at least a high five, if not giving him enough quarters for a soda from one of the many vending machines in every building - gotta keep his capacity up, right?

After guzzling everything the party instigators managed to get their hands on, doing more than one keg because he’s like that, Bucky’s unbelievably big. So round. His skin is clearly throbbing from the stretch of fitting so much inside himself. So, as he sits there, he lazily lets his legs spread wide so his heavy tummy can hang between them, resting on, and overflowing from the couch. He has to take it easy or he’s gonna burst.

So. full. 

As he takes five, his break well-earned, Bucky’s belly gets more and more gurgly under everyone’s hands. The globe attached to him - somehow a part of his body even though it’s so swollen - gets more and more red, too. New stretch marks are almost visibly etching themselves into his skin and he’s begun to shine with sweat, so exerted and heated from consuming so much. Pushing himself so far. 

Soon, a line forms - too many rowdy kids coming over to touch him. 

The touches turn from relatively light pats, everyone wanting to hear how ripe he sounds, thumping him, to harder pinches and slaps. Everyone wants a piece of him. They all want luck from the campus mascot. 

Barrel Gut Bucky Barnes.

No. 1 Greedy Boy.

Rub for good luck. 

So, by the time the party has cleared out for the night, Bucky is left there. Alone. Dazed and stuffed. He’s still sweating. He’s still trying, in vain, to catch his breath. The only difference from when he had just finished the kegger to now is that now his poor gut is redder and hotter with the outlines of handprints from where his fat has been slapped hard making him jolt and belch, the small fingerprint bruises from where he’s been pinched, shocked into hiccups by the way it aches, and lines from the girls who scratched the surface of his globe-gut with their acrylic fingernails until he moaned and shivered, moving as much as he could underneath the immense, oppressive weight of his own overfull body, trapped in place. A statue for everyone to touch and feel and gape at as they walk past.

How could anyone get that full?

Christ.

At this point, they might as well get a fucking forklift under his ass, lift him and this shitty, almost-broken, college-kid-bought couch, drive him over to the middle of the quad, and set him out there for everyone to admire openly. Bucky loves being a fat-bellied mascot but even if he didn't... he's too drunk and dumb to do anything about it now. He's in too deep. He's swollen himself too big.

[valveposts]

ive been thinking nonstop of the optimus religious feeding post from the other day im begging on my KNEES for you to write abit more about it if thats ok🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

oh my god yes

he's stuffed so often these days, and he tries sooo hard to hide it. trying to keep his armor cinched down so nobody can see the way his belly rounds out, trying to smile and be polite each time he's brought food. but when he's alone, it all comes down, and he's laying down and quietly groaning, rubbing his full belly.

and people notice that he eats a lot. instead of assuming he's too polite to say no, they assume he just has an appetite. maybe its a prime thing? so they start bringing him more food. and when he never says no and always takes it graciously, well, why not try a little more? cant have their prime going hungry, now!

it starts to show. he gains on his thighs first (much to the delight of admirers). once his hips are wide and his thighs thick, he starts to gain more in the tummy. a little pudge becomes big, soft rolls. and those big, soft rolls regularly become a round, firm, full tummy as he's mercilessly fed by dozens of bots who look at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

he worries that those looks will change with his gain, but they don't. some almost seem to worship him more.

and at the end of the night, optimus sits alone in his hab, new thick belly sitting on his thighs, running his hands curiously over his changing body...

he doesn't like to take advantage of his status. but maybe he could get used to this.

[eggluttony]

Hi love ur stuff <3 what's ur fave fat fantasy w eggman

Thank you so much, I'm really happy you do 💜 Oh man hard to answer as I have thousands, I cycle through ones to fixate most. guess I'll share my current favorite fat/wg concept as the one I've been thinking about most lately

The thought of being with Eggman and always encouraging him to eat to his maximum capacity as often as possible. he always eats loads and such is obvious by the size of his belly, his intake is already huge. But prior to meeting him, it'd be much more occasional for him to really overeat even by his standards, to the point of being unable to eat another bite and having a tummy ache.

But now he's ending up laying back on the bed with a huge stuffed bulging full tummy nightly, panting for breaths and groaning as he cutely pleads for belly rubs, a deep blush in his cheeks for letting true greed take over again. He keeps accepting all food he's given between meals and his belly ends up two times bigger and more swollen going to sleep then when he wakes up.

Sometimes even when groaning about how much he overate in bed, I manage to feed him one last plate of cookies and milk, rubbing his poor gurgling overstuffed belly as we get the rest down there. he grumbles and I say "if you think it's too much, why are you still accepting and chewing hm?" and he gets so embarrassed for being so uncontrollably gluttonous that he steal keeps eating.

After that, he's huffing and breathlessly whimpering "If I keep eating like this, I'm going to get huge..." and with the way I look at him he's like "Ugh but you'd like that, wouldn't you, you bad influence..." and I just give him a sly smirk. I know I'm not the only one of the two of us. I just tell him it's time for his belly rubs and to get him to bed because he has another big day of eating to do tomorrow!

Fast forward to him being emperor of the world and he's absolutely enormous. like 600 lbs and counting, maybe more if we wanna go super extreme. He overate like that far too many times and once he'd succeeded in his goals and became ruler of everything, nobody could stop him and he went off the deep end and really let himself go and become the gluttonous blob he was meant to be.

Now that he no longer has to work to stop Sonic and take over the world, the only thing that was holding him back, he can just lounge around in luxury, be well pampered and just eat everything he wants, to his heart's content. All the food in the world belongs to him now and he absolutely engorges himself with huge feasts everyday and keeps growing and growing with no signs of stopping.

What looks like a huge swollen bulging tummy back when we first met looks so small compared to what he is now. A huge giant flabby doughy belly with tons of thick soft rolls, which spills out so wide and hangs low as much as it proceeds him. He has a pudgy round fattened face of multiple chins and pillowy arms and legs to match. He's so big and cozy, this is the bliss that an emperor should feel.

By now he's become very used to being overstuffed. If his stomach isn't bulging full to the limit, he doesn't consider himself full enough. A daily requirement met with huge feasts fit for the emperor he is. it's rare that he isn't seen eating, even when he does bring himself to come out and assess how things are in the empire and review new work and developments, he's eating all the while.

Though on some days he does manage to overdo it, even by his incredibly high standards now. And it takes a serious amount by now, considering how long it takes just to fill him up a normal amount daily now. But sometimes on an especially gluttonous, greedy, celebratory day, he may go even bigger with it. and he ends up lay back in his much bigger bed than back in the day

But he's still groaning about the immense overfullness, just like back then. It's cute thinking of how much smaller his belly was when he was complaining of an overstuffed stomach then. He's like five times bigger and more stuffed today. He doesn't often take conscious note of it but sometimes it does finally hit him and he says "Man, I got so fucking huge, what have I done to myself?"

Despite the way he words it, he clearly isn't very upset about it. Not with the way he moans and sighs with a big smile on his face and hidden under the piles of fat is his hard leaking cock when I rub his belly or grab the doughy rolls and shake them to jiggle his huge belly. He loves being a big pampered fattened up emperor, so cozy, spoiled, worshipped, and overfed well fed.

"See? We both love how huge you've gotten." I say, thinking back to what he said back then as he giggles while having his huge belly played with. He remembers and admits "Yeah, you're right, this is how it's meant to be." And I say "That's right, you were supposed to give in and become the greedy gluttonous fatty emperor you were born to be, it's the luxury you deserve~"

I always love feeding him in every way, giving him everything he wants. Helping him get as much as those huge feasts into his enormous belly as possible. It almost becomes my new main job as member of the empire and I'm certainly not complaining, I love helping to maintain or rather increase his perfect big fat emperor image. He can't fit on his throne anymore but he's still important!

I also like to try to push him to eat even more than he can handle even in this huge fattened state with his near limitless seeming capacity. But I find it and he's gasping and panting and groaning and how much of a fatty he's become really sets in with the big tummy ache deep under the rolls and layers of fat. He's whining "Ohh I'm so massive, how did I let myself get so huge?"

I love the sound of his moans when giving it rubs to soothe and comfort him and the way that even his massive soft jiggly belly feels firmer because he's so stuffed. He says "Do you think I went too far? Do you think I let myself get a little bit too fat? I mean you remember how I looked, an active strong egg shaped man. Now I'm just like... a massive pile of lard." He blushes so hard admitting it.

But looking at him with his cute fattened face of big round pudgy cheeks, fat heavy jiggly tits, a massive soft belly spilling out all around him, and his thick wobbly ass and knowing I helped too, I just think he's so cute and sexy. I say "No of course not, silly! You look so gorgeous and exactly how the big pampered emperor of the world should look! You're the best and most important so you need to eat and look like it too!"

"In fact, I think you need to look bigger to really help send the message." A robot rolls in a huge table of yet another huge feast, one for him to eat in bed like a real lazy spoiled fatty. I sent the secret order for a whole other meal as him saying that just made me want to feed him more. "Now stop worrying and eat up, you know you want to~" I say as I give him his next dish of many more that night.

At first he's alarmed and doesn't think he can handle another whole feast in this state! But it all smells so good and looks so tasty and if he doesn't eat up now, it will all be cold and they'll be too many leftovers and he can have his precious yummy food go to waste... So he opens his greedy mouth for more and allows himself to be fed even more despite moaning and feeling he might burst.

He allows himself to be stuffed with as much of a whole new huge feast as he can despite being so stuffed already, until he's so full it all weighs heavy in his firm swollen gut and he has to lay there and relax, waiting for digestion. He's the biggest fattest, and fullest he's felt in his life now, belching and moaning as I help him cum as a reward before he slips into a very content food coma 💕

And then of course everything else about what the life that living as a big fat emperor entails adds even more fun to the huge fat emperor fantasy, that I wrote about more in depth in this post. It keeps making me feel so weak thinking about it 💘

[daddy-eggman]

Been thinking of Eggman x The Conductor a lot I need those old men to fuck so bad lol. Sorry to the old guy's wife or whatever but Eggman is gonna get some. The way the Mirage Express robot's hand was petting the Conductor while he was all tied up inspired me especially 👀

Eggman tunes in with his camera to be met with the pleasant surprise of the robot feeling the old man up in interesting places. Though the truth is that he may have secretly designed the train this way intentionally and intended for this to happen. He enjoys watching so much that he needs to get in there and experience him for himself.

Eggman orders the train to deliver The Conductor to him and enters to see him looking so cute and nervous as the wires change position to expose more of his body, as well as move between his legs to rub his bulge and squeeze his butt. Eggman is very pleased with the sight and mockingly coos at him for being a poor helpless thing but doesn't get him down from there.

He says it gets hot in this small cart so he could do with losing his big coat. He clicks his fingers and the robot unbuttons the Conductor's coat and all he can do is watch. It grabs hold of the waist of his pants and starts to pull them down too, revealing a shameful semi in his underwear from the tightness of his restraints and how it feels him up.

Eggman's eyes wander and he licks his lips as he admires his small but pudgy titties, cute soft fuzzy tummy, the imprint of his girthy cock in his briefs, and his round bubble butt that looks close to spilling out of them. The Conductor gulps nervously because he hasn't had anyone check him out like this and look at him with such desire in a long time.

When he realizes something is up he tells him he's married but Eggman is just like "aww how cute~ well too bad she's not here to stop or watch us, ey?", stroking his chin and putting his finger to his lips to hush him and silence his "but-". He tells him to relax and that it's just the two of them and the Mirage Express and nobody else has to know about this, it's just a bit of fun

The Conductor is speechless and when he doesn't object, Eggman leans in and kisses him on the lips and his cheeks burn bright red. He licks and sucks his neck and makes him shiver and lets his big hands roam over his bound body, squeezing his butt and rubbing his bulge through his pants. The Conductor gasps in surprise but doesn't tell him to stop.

He also can't resist licking and sucking his tits, they're smaller than his and cute and pudgy and perky that way. Eggman feeling him up and kissing him along with the pressure of the robot's wires still restraining and slithering around sensitive places while he's helplessly trapped has him very worked up and aroused with confusing conflicting feelings.

It's clear he's trying not to enjoy it when sweating with his face flushed and he's trying to squirm and writhe but the powerful wires hold him back. He tries to swallow his noises too but Eggman catches a small soft moan slipping past his lips when he kisses him again. He smirks and teases him for his cute hesitance and struggle in the restraints.

He gets Eggman excited to the point of overheating in his multiple layers, so he ditches his clothes too. The Conductor closes his eyes as if he doesn't want to see but opens them to find himself curious and feeling rather strange at the sight of his hairy chest, fat jiggly titties, and big soft fuzzy belly with a peek of a happy trail above his undies.

Eggman is clearly very excited with his big hard on stretching his red briefs with his logo on them. He presses it against the old dog's and grinds into it while going in for more kisses and feeling him up, this time with their soft tits, bellies, and bulges pressed against each other's. It feels so naughty and forbidden but it makes it even more exciting.

Eggman kisses him again even more passionately, deeper and sloppier and grinds against him harder, it gets messy with their sticky precum wetting their undies and drool connecting them by the lips. Eggman says "this feels so good, doesn't it?" and can tell he feels the same by how hard his cock is too as he's clearly fully erect now.

Eggman is too eager to wait any more and pulls his briefs down. He's correct, it's not as long as his but is thick and juicy as he imagined and it makes his own throb in excitement. He rubs it tenderly between his finger and thumb and it drips with precum. He cheekily smirks and says "Oh you really like me, don't you? You can't hide it from me~"

The Conductor is confused because he can hardly comprehend having these strange feelings for a man at all, let alone man like him. Eggman suddenly pulls away and says "alright I won't tease you any longer, I should give you something for being such a good boy for me" and makes the Conductor wonder what he's going to do next. Maybe finally free him?

But of course he's not done with him yet. Instead he turns around and starts shaking his big fat ass, patting it and asking if he wants some of this. He pulls his briefs down and moons him and precum drips onto the floor because he loves showing off. The Conductor never would've expected him to be a dirty old slut but he can't say he hates the sight.

He has the Conductor lowered to the floor at last and lay down on his back but he still doesn't free him. He still doesn't answer Eggman's questions verbally but he's embarrassed by how eagerly his hard throbbing cock answers for him as it twitches at the sight of his ass and more precum trickles out. Eggman teases him for how it's clearly aching for him.

He stands over him and says he looks so cute as he jerks himself off over his body and a few more drops of precum hit the Conductor's furry belly. They're so sticky and messy already and they've hardly gotten started! Eggman finally gets down and straddles him, spreads his ass cheeks apart and positions himself to push his tip into his hole.

Eggman is already so thrilled by the feeling of his fat cock sinking into his ass, it's so thick that he feels it stretching his hole wider and sighs happily. He easily takes his entire length in quickly with the first few pushes and drops down onto it as he gets moving. Eggman moans at how full he feels and the firm pressure it so easily has on his prostate.

The Conductor tries to avert his gaze but the robot hand moves his face to make him face Eggman at all times as he tells him not to be shy. He takes him by surprise by being so pervy and dirty and dominant as he rides him while the robot holds him in place for him. He teases him by saying that he knows he wants a piece of this fat ass, he can admit it

He still won't say it but as Eggman starts to go faster, it becomes obvious as his moans start getting harder to hide. Eggman keeps teasing by asking if his wife would ever ride him this good and asks if he's the first man that's ever taken his cock and he's delighted to learn he is when he nods. Not only that, he's never been inside an ass at all.

Learning that he's the first turns Eggman on even more and he really wants to show him what he's been missing as he rides him harder and faster. The Conductor is overwhelmed by how deep inside his ass he is and how his hole feels so tight when sucking in his thick cock and Eggman loves how he fills him up and hits the spot every time.

Eggman then really goes for it and fucks himself on his big thick cock as hard and fast as he can. He cries out that it feels amazing, his eyes roll back and he sticks his tongue out and drools over him. His hard cock slaps his soft belly and feels good too, he rides him relentlessly and feels like such a dirty slut. It gets them moaning loudly together.

The Conductor has no choice but to look up at the handsome big hairy bear on top of him and can't deny that he's attractive when seeing him in this new light. The feeling of his fat jiggly ass bouncing on his cock, being so deep inside him, and the sound of it slapping against him feels so dirty but so good when he rides him like he rides the train lol

The Conductor finally blows and groans deeply as he pumps a big thick load in his ass. Eggman bets it's the first time he's been able cum like that in a while by how overwhelmed and stunned he is. Feeling him cum deep inside him and thinking about how his ass is the first he's ever filled makes him cum too, so hard and shoots so far it lands on his face.

He giggles and apologizes for making the first time a man cums on him so messy and licks it off while kissing him. He asks how it feels to cum inside a man and have one make him cum and if he liked it. The Conductor is still too shy to answer but is surprised to find he enjoyed it with how hard he came and learns something new about himself.

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And Eggman doesn't leave it at that because he's got it bad for him after that. He loves how forbidden and scandalous it feels, he finds him really handsome and loves his cock and he has more plans with him. He makes it part of the deal of working in a train built by him. He likes to come and visit him to "check on things" and takes his chance.

He pretends to care about how things have been going there but gradually gets closer and more touchy, putting his arm around him and pulling him in closer while they talk. When they sit down together, it doesn't take Eggman long to get down on his hands and knees on the floor and crawl up to him with a mischievous glint in his eye.

He says his missed him as he puts his hand on his thigh and traces it up to his cock to unzip his pants and starts feeling his cock through his undies. He buries his face into it and sniffs and says "hey it's a package delivery for me ;)" in the cargo car and the Conductor can't react in disappointment at his joke and only from pleasure of how good it feels

He enjoys nuzzling into his balls, licking, sucking, and kissing his cock, and feeling him get hard in his mouth. This clearly isn't the first he's ever taken in his mouth but this is the first time the Conductor has ever been in a man's mouth. He gives him the best as he kisses and sucks and slurps and slobbers on his cock and balls so passionately

He asks him if he's giving him the best he's ever had and knows it's true, he has the large tongue, deep wet mouth and tongue, and skill to put it to good use. And when he gives him that look of pride and cheekiness while licking and swallowing his cum and getting it all over his face, he loves how blushy he gets. He knows how to make him weak

It also escalates to him bending him over the dashboard and fucking him too, teasing him and saying "don't you love cock?" and pounding his cute fat fuzzy butt so hard. He can't help but stick his tongue out and pant and wags his tail and he grabs hold of it to pull him against him harder and fuck him deeper and he loves how he moans and whines

His mind goes blank with pleasure and he breaks and Eggman keeps teasing him for how gay he is to be loving this so much and he can't deny by how hard his cock is, how intense his orgasm is, and how immense his enjoyment is. And he has to embrace it as the truth that Eggman helped him find by making him fall in love with his cock and ass.

He bets that he hasn't felt this good in a long time. And it's true, he hadn't felt such a spark like this and experienced pleasure of this intensity for a while and it's getting harder to pretend that he doesn't have a thing for him every time he accidentally melts into his kisses or pushes against him harder and desperately to silently plead for more

And he record all of it to make sure he has the evidence and will enjoy watching it back later hehe

Eggman knows just how to get people falling hard for him and constantly long for more even if they don't want to admit it verbally, he knows how they think about him, discover things about themselves and embrace it and become addicted because of him and he loves taking great pride in it and encouraging them to be naughty with him 💜

[dreamingbigdreams101]

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ I'm currently hyper fixating on sing (simping on buster again ʕ　˵·ᴥ·ʔ ) do you still write, if so can ya do headcanons fluff/romantic ones, whatever makes you comfortable! thank you.

of COURSE!! i LOVE writing about busterrr😍😍😍ok so here are some fluffy and romantic headcannons with buster and a girlfriend koala (pretend this is you)

⭐you see buster working on his laptop on his bed and you decide to join him. buster LOVES it when you randomly come up close to him for cuddles. he gently but playfully grabs you and kisses your head before he starts giving you fluffy cuddles🥰

⭐buster turns on so many different personalities around you and you love them all. he has his serious one, goofy one, sexy one, highly romantic one, and the cute nervous one he had when he first met you.🥺

⭐you bake him lots of treats and snacks for his hard work. he's so sweet that he will try and save you a piece, even though most of the time he will devour everything cause he rarely treats himself to anything

⭐when you sing in front of him, he gets so distracted and won't stop staring😍

⭐he also cant stop staring at you when you do your hobbies. he's thinking like, "she's so good at everything. who made this woman"🥹

⭐buster will NEVER let anybody make you feel bad. if he sees you about to cry, he's always ready to take action and confront whoever made you feel bad

⭐you even get to see buster's insecure side which nobody else sees that often. he shares everything with you. sometimes he does think he's a failure and only you know that. but you just shut him up with a suffocating hug so he cant speak anymore and a tender kiss🥹

⭐you both love to annoy each other and see each other's angry sides come out cause you guys look so hot

⭐theres nothing you love more than turning around in bed and seeing his big round fluffy face sleeping or staring back at you in the morning

⭐you love to mess up his fur too🥰

⭐you take secret videos of buster doing random stuff when he's alone🐨

⭐he's convinced that your eyes sparkle✨

⭐he tells everybody about how amazing and adorable you are😭

⭐its almost christmas! imagine you are cuddling with him after christmas dinner. you look up at him to see that he's knocked out like a baby from eating so much. you laugh to yourself and take out your phone to record yourself rubbing his full tummy and his adorable sleepy face😍

⭐even when you fall asleep in his arms he feels like he's the luckiest guy in the world carrying a million dollars. he doesn't want to let you go. he softly kisses you and carries you to bed so he can cuddle you even more

⭐whenever you guys to fun stuff together or watch something funny, you LOVE to hear his high-pitched, adorable jolly laughter that bursts out and fills the room🥹

⭐after he takes you out on a date, he will ALWAYS make it extra special by taking you to your favorite concert or place or anywhere you want!

and that's about all the ideas i have!! thanks so much for asking! i LOVE writing headcannons! i may continue to add more but thats all for now!🥰

[running-ace21]

Caught Red Handed

This is a ficlet from an ask. Anon, thank you for requesting this. WARNING: this is more on the spicy side of things (no sex tho). this is not a fluffy ficlet

"Fuuuck," Copia sighed as he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He looked down to see his belly full and rounded. He gently rubbed it as he looked at the array of empty takeout boxes on his coffee table. He figured he better clean them up before his rats get into them. He had ordered enough for dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow, but he ate all of it for dinner. And man, could he feel it. His belly felt uncomfortably huge and bloated, the pasta sitting heavy in his gut. He stopped by the fridge and grabbed a beer, hopeful that the carbonation would provide some relief. 

Before sitting down on the couch, he undid the button on his pants, wincing as his belly surged forward he sat down and turned on the TV. He couldn't believe how much he had eaten. He was so stuffed. He tried pushing on his tummy. There was no give. A small smile crept onto his face, he couldn't help but be slightly aroused that he successfully stuffed himself to the max. But this was his secret. He would never dream of telling Terzo about this *interest* of his.  

He rubbed his tummy as he sipped on his drink. He was able to get a couple of burps out, but they didn't really help alleviate any of the pressure in his stomach. He finished his drink and laid down on the couch. He continued massaging his aching belly wishing that someone's else's hands could be doing the work. It wasn't long before the food and alcohol made him sleepy. 

Terzo opens the door to Copia's apartment and stops dead in his tracks. There before him, out cold on the couch, was a version of Copia he hadn't experienced before. Copia's pants were unbuttoned, his belly parting the waistband Like the red sea.  Then there was the bloated dome of Copia's stomach. His shirt was pulled up and his hand rested on the crest of it. Terzo sucked in a sharp breath. The sight of his boyfriend like this turned him on more than he could imagine. 

He closed the door and joined Copia at the couch. He leaned down kissing his lips gently. "Good evening mi amore." Copia smiled and kissed him as he woke up. Copia's eyes shot wide open and he quickly tried to pull his shirt down. He was beet red. Nobody was supposed to see him like this, especially Terzo! 

"Enjoy yourself tonight?" Terzo asks casually. Copia swallowed but didn't say anything. Terzo trailed a hand down to Copia's open waistband. Copia squirmed under his touch. "Terzo, I swear, i don't know what got into me tonight. Ha, um, I don't normally eat like that." 

Terzo slid his hand up to Copia's belly button and jostled his belly. "Sure you don't." His tone was mocking yet seductive. He pinched at the pudge on Copias lower belly. Copia blushed a deep red and Terzo noticed Copia's pants getting tighter for another reason. *Oh sweet lucifer!* He thought to himself. 

Terzo pressed on Copias taut belly. "So full, you must have really pushed your limits tonight." He rubbed little circles around his belly button before moving his hand down to the underside his belly. "I bet it feels good to stuff yourself like this. With nobody around to see you," he dragged his nails across Copia's skin, "You can eat as much as you want, fill that belly nice and full," he patted his belly. "I bet these pants won't button anymore." He grazed his hand across Copia's crotch and felt his cock kick. 

"Just what I thought," laughed Terzo. "You like stuffing this big gut of yours." Copia let out a whimper. He needed to be touched so bad. "What was that, dear?" Terzo asked coyly as he used one hand to rub Copia's chest and belly while his other hand rested on his thigh. 

"Please," Copia whispered. Terzo leaned over and kissed Copias tummy. Copia's head rolled back from the sensation. "Fuck, Terz, I need you, please!" 

"That's it," Terzo cooed as he danced his fingers towards Copia's cock. "Bloated and begging to be fucked." He quickly grasped Copia's cock in his hand, "Hope your ready for you second stuffing tonight."

[chumbietumbies]

not back forever, just here to mention something I thought about lol

v0ltr0n literally has a giant fluffy food loving member who loves to cook and bake on the team and you’re telling me there’s not more fics out there with him stuffing his face, getting tummy aches, or even getting fed by the other members of the team?! There’s so much good material here, he literally throws up every other episode and you’re telling me there aren’t any more sic fics on this guy?! The member he’s shipped with the most is literally like, two feet shorter than him and there’s just... nothing????

I have some work to do, we all do smh

[seakicker]

F-fertility archon childe who lays in a wonderfully soft bed of silky pillows, surrounded by his heavily pregnant wives who are just in one big hapoy relationship 🥺 while he has a wifey under each arm, another pair on each side of his tummy, just lying around and caressing his toned beefy stomach and running their soft hands through his thick red happy trail; the rest of his darlings stay close by cuddling and nuzzling each other, the only this you can hear are happy pleasured sighs as the wives caress each others bellies, exchange kisses and even snuggle any potential babies that already are on the world💕💕

GOD YES YES YES. HAREMS WHERE ALL THE WIVES ARE EQUALLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER AS THEY ARE WITH THE CENTER HUSBAND MY DEARLY, DEARLY BELOVED. thank you for this fucking meal!!!!

god. i have suuuuuch a big thing for harems and cults and just this general polygamous dynamic where everyone’s soooooo in love with one another; nobody’s jealous of each other or vying for “first place” in the harem so much as they are just enjoying one another. god. good shit. a whole group of pretty wives all knocked up nice and big and round praising each other for being so cute while being so grateful to childe for getting them this way in the first place… PEAKKKK. even better if they’re all dumb and mindbroken and don’t care about anything else but pleasure and breeding oufhghhhh

it must look like paradise… fertility archon childe lounging on a bed big enough to fit him and all his darling wives as everyone just kisses, rubs, and loves on each other. two wives with round bellies kneeling by his sides and kissing all up and down his chest and abs and groping at his cock, another wife kneeling above his head and running her hands through his hair, and all the other wives waiting their turn and just pleasing one another in the meantime… kissing and rubbing each other’s adorable pregnant bellies… heaven.

[drpeppertummy]

7 Gray

i wasnt gonna post this but What Tha Hell its something

[upset tummy, tummy rubs]

Gray wasn't sure what he'd eaten that his stomach was so troubled about, but he hoped nobody could hear it. He could feel it buzzing and grumbling and gurgling away, and he could hear its uneasy chatter even over the racket of the minivan--the radio blaring, Carrie and Dave hooting and laughing over something stupid, Laurie having an argument from the driver's seat with Sunny, who was sitting all the way in the back with him. He tipped his head back against the headrest, trying not to think about how tight the seatbelt felt on his belly. He didn't mind the ruckus of the crowded vehicle, especially if it meant keeping any attention from being drawn to himself, but Wendy, who had a far lower tolerance for commotion, finally snapped, and one good overstimulated scolding later, the noise was quieted down to a murmur.

Sunny sat quietly pouting beside Gray--not as much as he'd have pouted if it had been Laurie who'd snapped at him, but pouting nonetheless--when a familiar sound caught his ear. It was a sound he typically heard from his own chatty stomach, but it wasn't coming from him. He looked up, then over at his quiet friend. Gray's face was stony as ever, but Sunny winced as his belly let out another strained-sounding groan.

"You okay?" He kept his voice soft, not wanting to further aggravate Wendy. Gray looked down at him and nodded. He wasn't entirely lying; he was okay in that he'd survive the ride. Apart from that small grace, though, he felt awful, and he knew Sunny could tell. Sunny was one of the only people who could read him like a book. He gave Gray a knowing, skeptical look, and Gray looked away, unable to help feeling a little embarrassed. Sunny unbuckled his seatbelt and scooted over to the middle seat. Fastening himself in once more, he wrapped his arms gently around his taller friend, laying one hand atop his round belly. It felt uncomfortably taut to the touch, and he could feel the vibration of the gurgles as it cramped up.

With a sympathetic look on his face, Sunny rested his head against Gray's shoulder and rubbed his aching belly gently. He didn't say anything else; he knew Gray was shy about being fussed over, and he didn't want to add more discomfort to his plate. Instead, he simply went on rubbing in soft circles, carefully massaging in the hopes of soothing the turmoil inside, or at least staving it off until they got home. Gray, not sure what else to do, draped an arm over his small friend's shoulders. The warmth of Sunny's hands--big on himself but small compared to Gray's--was soothing, and while the comforting massage didn't eliminate the pain entirely, it did seem to help. They had a good ways left on the road before Laurie could drop everybody off to the comfort of their own homes, but with Sunny by his side, Gray supposed he could manage it.

[prettynxsty]

Stirring the Hooch 🍷

Domme!Reader x Sub!Jin

Warnings: Morning sex, jin has a pussy, consumption of booze and drunkenness, graphic mentions of vomiting, appearance of ot7, dirty talk, jin is a little bossy, y/n has a big ass dick, use of noona/hyung in a non sexual way, a little bit of cum play, creampie, partially clothed sex.

A/N: Vacation sex with just a liiiiittle bit of plot lmfao. There’s no facefucking because i was worried that it was getting too long. Anyway, enjoy.

You all but crashed out of bed this morning, landing on your hands and knees with a muted thump. You would’ve patted yourself on the back for even managing to strip and change your clothes for bed last night, but you felt like you were still drunk.

You should have regretted everything that happened, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You plant your palms on the floor, rocking yourself forward and will yourself to start crawling. You knock your yoga mat away from your bags, watching the little purple tube bounce until it goes still.

You slap your hand over it, messily swatting it open. You crawl over it with a sigh and position yourself over the mat. It should have been a bad memory.

_

The table was 3 rounds of shots in before the waitress kindly reminded you that bottomless mimosas were only 5 dollars. Eyebrows rose around in a wave, sharing a devilish look of agreement. It was vacation, wasn’t it?

Something crazy began to leak out of your ears when you decided to cash in.

Namjoon was the first to throw himself to his feet, climb on the booth and begin dancing. Jimin whoops to the beat in encouragement, clumsily scrambling up on his chair to join his hyung.

Yoongi gets this strange look in his eye, dumping himself over Hoseok’s shoulder. They howled in laughter until Yoongi was crying. Actually crying.

What pleasantly surprised you the most is when Yoongi kneeled on the booth, facing away from the other side of the table, and began to shake his ass in a way that you wouldn’t have expected from him.

Jungkook’s faith was tested today, usually as the one who finishes everyone else's food, he decided to polish off the rest of everyone’s glasses.

Your sight of the world is stilted, moving in colored frames. You hear the noise of a bit of crashing and chair shifting, turning to see Jin. His sandals slap noisily against the floor as he barrels onto the dance floor, into the middle of the crowd.

Taehyung is bouncing up and down in his seat, shouting adlibs to the sound, pumping his hand in the air. You allow your head to fall forward, shoulders bouncing with a slow bout of laughter that makes your whole body bounce.

_

You slide your hands backward until they reach your knees, flipping your palms. You take a slow breath in, resting your forehead against the floor. You feel a dancing in your spine, your body so desperately wants to sway to sound that is not heard. The spirits must dance amongst themselves, you must return to yourself, to the terran world.

_

The same translucent lasso wraps around your arms and squeezes them to your sides. A burning call. You’re apt to rise when you’re full of this feeling, the pull is something indescribable. It crawls from the soles of your feet, causing them to tap. It races through you, your shoulders are swaying like a pendulum.

Deny yourself, you will not. You flew, tripping over the flat of the ground and blitz into the crowd to dance.

_

You breathe out slowly, flipping your palms and walking them forward. Your torso follows until your hips carefully nestle on the mat. Like sizzling wisps of smoke, the tightness knotted in you began to dissipate. You stretch your shoulders backward, gentle snaps and pops bursting in the air due to the tension knotted into your limbs like loops pulled too tight.

_

You’re screaming to every second beat, the world below is more than a reach away. Your legs are swinging through the gap between Namjoon and Jungkook’s shoulders. It feels as if the whole building is bouncing with you, your sanity went back to the home to rest.

_

You tilt your hips forward, leaning your weight onto the balls of your feet before rising into downward dog. Your lower back clicks, a rattling groan of relief shivers its way out of your mouth. You were finally beginning to feel your clothes against your body.

Your cock hangs limply out of one of the leg holes of your tiny shorts, scrunched up to your inner thighs. Your breasts sway gently, peering their way through the large holes of your oversized tank top. There was no reason that you wore that thing to bed, you usually woke up with a breast hanging out somehow.

_

It was a wonder you weren’t kicked out. You had no idea who paid for dinner, the amount would feel exorbitant. Nonetheless, a vacation should be indulgent.

Despite everyone being so ridiculously inebriated, you managed to concur that taking a taxi would be more trouble than it was worth since nobody was sober enough.

The villa was only a few blocks away anyway.

You hardly made it two block away from the place before everything seemed to fall into itself. Jimin dumped himself on the curb to take off his shoes even though he was only wearing sandals. Jungkook tripped his way over to the trash can on the corner as quickly as he could for someone who was plastered.

He grips handfuls of his shirt to hold it out of the way, even when drunk he was still meticulous. He retches weakly.

Risotto wasn’t nearly was beautiful or decadent when it came back out. Twenty-plus dollars directly into the bin on the city street. He gags so forcefully that he misses for a split second, a bit of cream colored mush dripping over the side before wetly splashing over the rest of the discarded garbage inside.

“Oh gawd- let’s go get him something.” Hoseok misses at patting your shoulder, but grabs your hand to drag you across the empty street to the convenience store on the other side.

You tried to straighten up when the cooler air washes over you, but your eyes were still very bleary. You stop by the baked goods and grab him a delicious yeasty smelling twisted donut and a ginger ale.

Hoseok stumbles up to the counter beside you, plopping a few bags of chips on it. “The salt will settle his tummy,” he explains quickly.

You give him a goofy smile, shaking your head and hand the cashier a little over exact change in cash. You gently push their hand away when they offer back the remaining coins, scooping up your items and head on your way.

You return across the street to Jimin struggling to stay awake from where he sat on the curb, Yoongi and Taehyung quietly hugging, Jin staring into the void of stars, and Namjoon showering kisses over Jungkook’s forehead.

“My poor Googoo,” he wails dramatically. Jungkook puckers his lips, prompting a raspy shriek from the older as he stumbles away. Jungkook chuckles, spreading his arms wide in request of an embrace.

You cringe, holding out the donut and drink with an awkward smile. It wasn’t as if he reeked of vomit, you just preferred for him to settle his stomach first.

“Googieeee~!” Hoseok shrieks, nearly tripping over the curb before hugging the younger man.

“Thank you Noona.” Jungkook pouts from over Hoseok’s shoulder, clumsily taking the items from your hand.

_

You turn your torso to the side, shifting your left foot forward into a lunge. You raise your arm with a slow breath inward, shifting your weight accordingly.

Jin was beautiful even when he snored all night, he was propped against the pillows like Snow White in her glass case. He’d opened his eyes quite a bit ago, silently watching you stretch yourself out.

“You look really tempting when you do that, babe.” He rasps.

Your impenetrable focus is shattered, causing you to cover your face with an incredulous laugh. “Before breakfast?”

“Hell yeah before breakfast, I don’t just wanna look, I wanna touch. Come here.”

“You’re still drunk too, huh?”

“There are a lot of times that I’m insatiable, but I want it right now.”

His assertiveness always sends a funny little churn through your belly.

You slowly shift the weight of your body onto your feet and stand. Not as heavy or dizzy as before, but a different tingling began to set inside of you. Your glance down, reaching to unfurl your shorts.

“Uh-uh, leave them like that.” He gives you a smile that’s absolutely devilish, shoving the sheets away from his lap. “Come to mama.”

It dawns on you as you approach the bed that he must’ve snatched up your shirt to sleep. It rode up his belly just a little, leading way to his light blue slip.

You plant your hands on the mattress, crawling in between his thighs. He leans forward, placing his hands on your hips and gently rubbing your sides. You cup his face, gently combing through his messy black tufts with your fingers.

His eyes scrunch up with a giddy chuckle, his neck was still flushed. Not quite as much as dark juice that leaks from berries gnashed between teeth. But rather the breath of age that colored ripened flesh of fruit from taught and pale shells surrounding infant seeds.

You imagined him as your first cabernet.

You were home alone. There was never any alcohol in the cabinets, not within your reach. However there was one bottle that sat on the highest shelf that’d begun to haunt your mind.

You thought about him day and night, wondering if you should be so daring as to wrap your fingers around the cork and pluck it out.

The bottle was dark, not so much as black, but an impenetrable brown of iodine or creamless coffee.

You stood in the pantry, door closed behind you as if there would be a soul to see. You rise with the aid of a little black stool, carefully grabbing the ruby red scarf wrapped around the bottle’s neck.

The pop of the remaining forth of the cork causes your breathing to break away. Dare it be said this noise was foreign, not yet attributed to merriment and celebration for you.

You raise the bottle to your lips and pour it in. The mouth feel is heavier than water, nothing unsettling.

Your tongue begins to glitter in a way you cannot determine if it’s unpleasant or lovely. Effervescence. Armoracia assaults your tongue, strangling with a fruitiness.

Your brows furrow, trampled all is with acridity. Your throat seems to close, denying entry to such drink, warming the back of your nostrils. With a thick noise, you manage to swallow it. A strange trail of fire roasts a trail over the back of your esophagus before heating the pool of your stomach.

Your adolescent tongue was unable to accord with this experience. Turned away, you squeeze the cork back in the bottle and return it to where it rest before and exit the pantry.

He, before you, a taste of wine that prompted you to have another sip. You couldn’t help but polish him off over and over again. His well never ran dry.

You kiss him with a soft hum. You imagine the taste of mature grapes. His lips push against yours hungrily, flexing and relaxing like the yielding of fruit under your teeth.

From the spring, you made him feel refreshed and clear. God himself ran your droplets from the glacier and straight into his cup.

He drank from many places, many streams. You were of the first, the only to cleanse and wash his palate.

Your depth, your minerals, mellowed his harshness, his sting. No longer rousing spirits, he bestows joy amongst all.

Your hand slips from his hair, landing gently on his shoulder. Your fingertips roll into the thick of his shoulder, squeezing it as he slips his tongue through your lips.

He reaches up the leg of your shorts, wrapping his hand around your warm shaft. He’s priming you to fuck him, to use him like some breeding buck.

He jerks his hand slowly but firmly. You groan into his mouth, nearly squirming at the sensation of your foreskin rolling and stretching over the tip of your cock.

Your hand drops from his shoulder, fingers dipping their way under his panties. His croon tingles the seam of your mouth as you slip your fingers in between his outer lips and spread them apart.

It was as if he shocked you, you pull from his lips with a wet smack to catch your breath. He always made you feel so crazy. Jin smiles, slowly thumbing at your tip.

The tip of your tongue heavily slips from your gums to sweep away the deeper notes on your bottom lip.

He hesitates not to drink of your spring, leaning in and draws your tongue between his mouth with a greedy swallow. Flushing and blooming, your belly burns just as your first taste did.

His lengthy fingers slip under your night shirt, curling around the heft of your breast. He releases your mouth with a full sigh of satisfaction.

You lift your fingers to your mouth, sweeping away his pussy juice with your tongue. You hum from the pit of your gut, you could taste the fruit of the land already. The musky aroma of papaya and melon, added tang of pineapple, the earthy, milkiness of coconut.

“I wanna do it raw,” he breathes as his knuckles gently close around and twist your nipple. You glance up at him, slipping your slick fingers out of your mouth and dig them back under the hem of his undergarments.

You never did it with condoms anyway, but he never failed to grasp his chance to set your blood asunder. You drag the tips of your fingers over his inner lips, stretching and spreading them. You drag your middle finger along the seam of his petals, swirling it around his hole and gently digging it against his clit.

He hisses, rolling his hips in hopes you’d give him more.

“Did you hear me?”

He releases his grip on your breast, cupping your chin and guiding you to meet his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me raw, that means I want you to cum inside of me.” His following moan is a beautiful titter as he drags the thick of his tongue over your lips, kissing you noisily. He releases the grip of your cock, wiggling forward to lay back against the bed.

He was only ever so demanding when he was itching for you to make a mess of him. As he moves to make simple work of his panties, you take note to do the same and rid yourself of your own bottoms.

You wiggle off of the bed, wiggling your shorts down to your ankles.

“You’re so bossy today. You’re gonna need to slobber on it first, Jinnie.”

His heart seizes, bursting into a shower of pretty pink butterflies. His cunt flutters immediately at the sonority that coats your voice in viscous amber.

He quickly walks his hands forward, shifting toward the end of the bed and rolling onto his tummy. He needlessly pretties himself for you, combing his hair away from his forehead. His eyes are positively twinkling as he rests his chin on the mattress.

“It’d be quite the inconvenience if one of the others were to come in and see me cramming my dick into your mouth,” you click your tongue. You place your hand on his head, lovingly stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Maybe I should use this mouth more often, it’s much quieter.”

He furrows his brows, inhaling quickly to fix you with a response.

Your resolve crumbles with your face scrunching up in amusement. “Okay! Okay! Don’t say anything, open your mouth.”

He makes a face, cutting his eyes at you as you grab ahold of your shaft and position it at his mouth.

_

“Fuck, fuck.. Turn around, let me see your pussy.” You step backward to free yourself from his mouth, trying to catch your breath.

He licks his swollen, slobbery lips with a smile and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Jin turns slowly, propping himself up on his knees. You took an unsteady breath inward to ask about his well being, but when he presented himself, you understood immediately.

His cunt was fully in bloom between his thighs, fatter, puffier. Healthily flushed and glistening, you clap your hand over his ass.

He whines, couldn’t you see the syrupy drips and trails clinging to his inner thighs?

You push his ass up with your palm, admiring how his pussy stretched and trembled. You decidedly slip your thumb just barely in between his lips and swirl your finger through his arousal.

You grip the base of your cock with your other hand and press it up against his hole. The upper half of his body relaxes instantly, slumping against the bed with a croon that sends chills spidering over your heated flesh.

You rock forward gently, pushing your way inside of him. Jin takes to you without hesitation, pulsing and squeezing around you.

“This fucking-” you clap your hand over his ass with more force “-cunt is always so good to me,” you growl.

He mewls when you bottom out, rolling your hips forward to push deeper into him.

You rear back, easily building your pace inside of him. You move your grip to taking tight handfuls of the shirt that rolled up his back, yanking him back against you with each thrust inward.

Each moan of his began long and drawn out like the soft calls of the loon under nightfall. You prop your foot up on the bed frame, planting yourself more firmly to set a stronger pace.

The noise of your skin clapping together began to bounce off of the walls, rocking to bed to which he gripped so dearly.

You allow yourself to fall astray of control, pounding into him with deep, sharp strikes. His moans quickly evolve into frantic wails, his voice catches in his throat each time you drag him away from squirming into the escape.

You cease only for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, to which his forehead drops against the sheets with a muted rustle.

A second was efficient enough, you shift your foot and plant it more firmly before you continue your assault on his poor pussy.

He whines something at you, muffled.

“What was that?” You purr, continuing to jerk your hips shamelessly. Your moans rise and flow from your lips like a steady spring.

He manages to lift his head, thrashing it with a keen when you plunge in just a bit harder than before. It was so hard to speak when you kept knocking the breath out of his lungs. “You’re too deep inside,” he whines, unable to control the moans squeezing through his noisy panting.

“It’s too deep?” You coo, feeling your lips curl in a slight smile when you watch his messy head of black hair bob up and down.

“Roll over so I can play with your pussy,” you slow your relentless thrusts and gently move back until your cock flops wetly out of his hole.

He slumps almost completely when you pull out of him, weakly propping his palms up and laying down. Use of his legs was reasonably impossible as of now, which you quickly noted. “Move back a little,” he scoots himself backward almost pitifully.

If you weren’t almost painfully hard, you’d be more willing to let him take a break. You climb onto the bed and straddle his right thigh, propping the left over your shoulder.

You nudge yourself in between his lips, guiding your shaft until it catches against his sloppy hole. He whimpers, dropping his head back when you push your way in. His pussy accommodates you with an indecent squish.

You wrap your arm around the leg thrown over your shoulder, rocking into him. You peer down at him, his eyes were still glassy from your abuse of his throat. Your breath hitches in your throat as you jerk your hips forward, the clap of your balls against the back of his ass echoes louder.

“I wish you knew what you do to me,” you sigh hotly through teeth clenched. Your molars grind together as you return to pistoning inside of him, mashing your pelvis into his.

He was foolish enough to tilt his hips forward, the entire bed rocks pitifully as a testament to its modern craftsmanship.

Jin was flushed down to his chest, puckered lips flapping with each noisy gasp. He felt so light, he couldn’t tell if he were near fainting.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he yelps. He is barely able to lift his hands and shove his shirt around to play with his nipples.

You gently stretch his mound toward him, stroking your thumb around the spongy flesh near his clit. His shriek catches on the back of his tongue, you feel yourself begin to burn and melt.

Ruby red drips of wax cooling against a marble counter.

You nearly pull out of him on instinct, gripping the base of your dick with an ugly whimper. Your body seizes, rigid as you begin to cum.

You can hardly hear his breath in your ears over the sound of your heartbeat, your own moans are high and shaking.

You pull away from him with a rattling breath, unleashing a few final weak spurts against his folds.

You struggle to regulate your own rhythm, clumsily slipping your fingers in his sloppy cunt to spread your cum around. He whines, swatting at your hand.

“Heh,” your chest bounces weakly, “we were probably so loud.”

“I’m too tired to nag you, but I could’ve died.”

“Oh hush, we need to get ready soon.”

He gives you a crazy look before dropping his head back down and motioning you toward the door. “It’s not like you broke my legs or anything.”

_

“When do we get our turn?” Jimin calls from the dining room with a telling smile.

You stop cold in the entryway of the hall, turning to see the table full of your friends. They erupt in whooping laughter that causes you to continue hurrying on your way to run the bath. None of them should have even been alive at that hour, not with how they were last night.

“Nah, come back! I didn’t know Seokjin-Hyung could hit those kinds of notes!” Namjoon calls after you, cackling.

[firefly-in-darkness]

Go For Broke

Pairing → Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Characters → Brief mentions of Knives Out characters (maybe?)

Summary → A little bet has big consequences.

Word Count → 2.7k

Warnings → 18+, Swearing, Smut, Angst

Betas → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.

Prompts → Bee's 7K of the Week Challenge; Monday - Ransom Drysdale, Tuesday - Smangst, Friday - Work Function, Saturday - The Dating Bet, (a blink of a praise kink for Sunday).

AFG2021 Square Fill→ "I said 'be sexy', not be a fucking blowfish" @anyfandomgoesbingo

A/N → As I mentioned above, this is for @negans-lucille-tblr writing challenge - congrats on 7k baby!! (I even kept it under 3k for you it wasn't going to be!) This is my first time writing for Ransom, and it doesn't have any connection to Knives Out, it's an AU.

As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated💕

Firefly’s Masterlist

You carried two steaming mugs of coffee and nudged the ajar door open with your foot to Ransom’s office. He had leant back on the large leather chair and was taking in the views through the floor to ceiling windows.

He spun round in his chair and you were hit with the scent of his cologne, it had your stomach fluttering with butterflies. His legs parted wide, and the sight was something to behold; the thickness of his thighs and the way his large hand rubbed the top of one.

It was never going to happen between you two. He was Ransom Drysdale, a well-known playboy and skirt chaser. And you, you were his assistant.

He wasn’t the type of man you were after. You wanted someone permanent, someone, that wasn’t just a fuck buddy. But at least you got a little something for the spank bank every now and then.

“Like what you see?” You were caught red-handed by his crystal blue eyes and the lopsided smirk that you adored.

You brought the iPad in front of him to life, “This is your schedule for today. Harlan said that he’s rescheduled the board meeting with Walt to next week so we can relax a little bit. Said there was something to do with taking a risk or gamble?”

Ransom’s head snapped up, and his tongue darted out across his lip, a nervous tick that you’d long ago discovered. You felt a warmth bloom at your core and tried to hide the way your thighs nestled together to ease the growing heat.

Ransom scooted backwards in his chair and announced, “I need to get out of here.”

“You’ve just arrived, you can’t play hooky, you’re the boss.” You protested.

“That’s exactly why I can,” Ransom asserted and pulled his coat back on. “Let’s get lunch at that diner we went to last month. It’s quiet and nobody knows me there.”

You had become used to the whirlwind that Ransom brought with him the second he entered a room, but this was different. He seemed on edge rather than angry and you weren’t sure what had happened in the ten minutes you were away making a coffee.

“But I just made us coffee.” You pouted at him; he knew that you needed that delicious nectar.

“I’m buying lunch now get your coat,” Ransom demanded.

You rolled your eyes and did what you were told, much to your chagrin.

Ransom had driven like a mad man in his classic beamer to get you to Ruby’s Diner in record time. You scolded him once or twice when he just missed the red lights. But he didn’t seem to relax like he usually did when he entered.

All was forgiven when the waitress placed two steaming plates of burgers and milkshakes on the table. You were in heaven and thanked the waitress as you dunked a chip in the sauce.

“What is wrong with you today?” You asked.

“What are you talking about? I’m just being my usual self.” Ransom shook his head and threw the raggedy napkin across the table away from him.

You remained silent and continued to eat, allowing him to stew over whatever it was that was eating at him. It didn’t take you long to demolish your lunch, but Ransom still hadn’t touched his food. All he had done since you told him off was chew on his lip and glared at the sugar dispenser.

“Okay, seriously, you need to start talking.” You challenged.

He sighed and dragged a hand down his face, “Okay, but you can’t freak out.”

“What did you do?” Your eyes went wide as your mind ran wild with all the crazy things that he could possibly do in the last twenty-four hours.

Ransom looked up at you and laughed, “I can’t take you seriously right now.”

“What?” You frowned, feeling a mixture of confusion painted across your features.

His hand gripped your chin and his thumb swiped away at the sauce that you’d long forgotten. The heat on your cheeks grew tenfold and you coughed when he hadn’t removed his hand from your jaw.

“Ah yeah sorry. Sauce.” He stammered.

You smirked, you’d never seen him this worked up before, what had gotten into him, “So?”

“Okay, don’t fucking freak out on me but someone in the office wanted to make a bet with me. About you.”

You stared at him, all of your thoughts emptied out into the diner, “I’m sorry, what? I think you need to say a bit more than that.”

Ransom explained how one of your co-workers approached him and placed a bet that he wouldn’t be able to bed you before the corporate summer party.

“Who the fuck was it?” You growled; hands clenched on the edge of the seat.

“I’m not telling, I don’t want you to start a fight. You’re my favourite pers-assistant.” Ransom shook his head and began to nibble on the fries. His face screwed up at the realisation they were cold.

“Hold on. You agreed, didn’t you?” Your heart raced.

“I did. I have a reputation to uphold.” He smirked, “and was worth it, you should see your face right now.”

You scowled harder, “how much was the bet?”

“Ten thousand.” He shrugged.

“Fuckin’ hell Ransom, you’re cocksure, aren’t you?” You laughed at him, “why did you accept it?”

“That’s loose change to me.” Ransom shrugged and brought the replaced milkshake to his lips, tongue curling around the straw.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But I want half.” You explained, mirroring his action with your own milkshake.

Ransom choked on his drink and quickly rushed out his words, “you what?”

“We aren’t having sex, Ransom.” You rolled your eyes and placed the drink down, “If they ask, I’ll just say we did. It keeps your reputation intact. No harm, no foul.”

“They want proof.” He raises his eyebrow.

“Fuck sake, okay. Come over to mine tomorrow night and we’ll take some fake dirty pictures.” Without waiting for a response, you stepped out of the booth, “Now, I do have some work to do and funnily enough, so do you.”

“Anyone would think you were the boss.” Ransom playfully sulked and placed some money on the table.

“I might as well be.” You gestured towards the door, “Move it.”

The black baby doll was just perfect for this photo session. It was a little see-through, but your modesty was covered with the lace detailing skimming the tops of your thighs. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but you had to get this over with sooner or later. With one final look in the mirror, you steeled your nerves and opened the bathroom door and slowly walked to your bedroom.

“Hello,” You anxiously stuttered, “Where do you want me?”

Ransom’s eyes darkened at the sight of you, his large hands rubbing along his thick thighs, just the way you had admired yesterday. You internally berated yourself, this wasn’t sex. It was all fake. It was an easy win for you both - Ransom kept his reputation and you got a nice little pot of gold for a rainy day, or week.

“Just lay down on the bed and look sexy.” He commented, unhelpfully.

You nodded and shuffled around until you found a comfortable position, with your arms draped above you. It didn’t feel sexy, it felt awkward and uncomfortable. Why is this so hard? You took a deep breath and tried to relax your body and turned to face Ransom. He’d moved the left side of the bed, his phone in hand ready to take the shot.

“Ready?” Ransom asked, and you thought you saw a sparkle of sincerity in his eyes with his one worded question.

“Yes,” you said and gave him your best pout and ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“I said ‘be sexy’, not be a fucking blowfish.” Ransom snapped.

You bolted up from your position, kneeling on the edge of the bed to get back on his level but it was no use, the man was still towering over you, “I’m trying, I’m not exactly in the mood.”

Ransom raised his brow from above, and you hadn’t quite realised how close you were to him, his stomach mere inches from your chest. The lack of response grated on you, his face was irritating, and you were ready to shove the five grand up his ass.

“Actually, this could work.” Ransom pulled off his shirt and revealed the tight muscles. Your anger morphed into desire; you wanted to reach forward and touch him but kept your hands refrained at your sides. “Now, look up at me and bite your lip.”

“Perfect.” He smiled down at you and cupped your face. His thumb stroked the apple of your cheek and paired with his words; a shiver ran down your spine.

Instinctively, you bit down your lip and unbuckled his belt to the sound of the camera shutter. Hands traced Ransom’s abdomen and he sucked in a breath as you stroked a sensitive spot.

“Sorry,” you mumbled and looked up at him, “maybe we should have some photos where your face is in it too?”

Ransom didn’t need to be asked twice, he pulled down his chinos and exposed his thick muscular thighs. Your mouth watered and warmth bloomed in your tummy at the sight of the black Calvin Klein’s hugging his groin.

You rearranged your position to lie down amongst the sheets while Ransom crawled onto the bed to kneel between your legs. His hand cupped under your knee and hoisted one of them up to his hip.

“You might need to take this one,” he handed the phone to you.

Just as you went to take the photograph, Ransom’s other hand slid underneath the baby doll. It sent another wave of pleasure through your body. His smooth hands stooped just beneath your breast and it almost made you whimper. Almost.

With an attempt to gather your bearings, you decided to focus on his phone and snap a few pictures of this new position. But seeing those little images captured and whizz into the corner made you want more. There was no point denying it as you felt the tell-tale signs of your arousal between your legs. But did Ransom want it?

Ransom moved the sheer material up and lifted your leg higher, over his shoulder. Before you could ask what, he was doing, his body dipped down, his lips so close to pressing against your stomach. Oh god. Your body instantly betrayed you as your hand went straight into his messy short locks eliciting a deep groan from Ransom. His hot breath fanned across your skin, goosebumps raising in its flow.

You took some more pictures, feeling the wetness pooling in your panties, the heat growing and growing up your body. Ransom returned to kneeling and you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants, and you finally got your answer. He did want it.

A mischievous smirk replaced the smile on your lips, “you’ll want to take these.”

You sat up and turned around so that you were kneeling in front of him and giving a great view of your behind. Ransom couldn’t restrain himself, his hands instantly gripped at your hips and pulling you back towards him. He growled and you whimpered as he rutted between your cheeks.

“Ransom, the photos?” You sang out and smirked into the pillow.

“Oh yeah, right.” Ransom spluttered and began to take the photographs from this new position then you heard the soft thud of the phone dropping onto the mattress, “hang on a minute.”

Gracefully, he spun you around and managed to get underneath you to seat you just above his hips. You were entranced by the dark lust-filled eyes that studied your body, following the hands that skimmed along your waist.

His touch sent sparks across the exposed skin of your chest, his fingers toying with the lace trim as they descended the plunging neckline and over your breasts. You rocked against his stomach, giving you just a little bit of pleasure from the friction at your core.

Ransom bolted upright, one arm wrapping around you while his other hand brought you closer until his mouth met yours. The kiss was heated, it pulled you deeper into the need for more, to have him deep inside of you. Ransom’s tongue swiped along your bottom lip, demanding access and you obliged without hesitation.

You’d only thought of him, like this, late at night and alone. It was nothing compared to your wildest fantasies to have him kissing you like this or to feel him hard beneath you. You squirmed to feel him better, but he broke the kiss.

“Sorry,” He panted.

Your stomach plummeted at the thought of him regretting what had barely started, “For what?”

“I shouldn’t have,” Ransom avoided eye contact and ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up even more than you already had done, “we just got carried away.”

“Ransom, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will kick you out.” You raised your eyebrow in a challenge.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Chatter and laughter filled the gaps of the song blasting through the speakers set up around the roof terrace. The large projector screen reeled through photographs of colleagues, in and out of work, successes in the tabloids and social media. Pool water splashed over the edges with each dive-bomb or flirtatious swish between colleagues. You watched on behind the sunglasses and relished in the sunshine beating down. It was rare to have such perfect weather and you wanted to soak up as much of the rays as you could.

The moment you spotted Ransom talking to a few people over at the bar, you thought now would be the best time to approach him. It had been a few hours since you arrived, and you only last saw him the morning before, and a few weeks since that first night. You both wanted to take things slow, it wasn’t how you expected things to happen but neither of you regretted it.

The nearer you got to the bar, you suddenly felt like everyone’s eyes were on you. Side glances from the Marketing girls, a laugh, and a grimace from a few others. Then you saw Ransom rushing up to you but also looking behind.

Before he reached you, you spun around to the projector and saw a display of all the photos you and Ransom had taken that night. Your stomach dropped, nausea taking over until you were about to collapse on the floor.

Hands gripped your shoulders, spinning you on the spot. You looked at the terrified gaze of Ransom. His lips were moving but your ears buzzed with the hum of blood pumping through. Unable to process what had happened, you tried to escape. To get away from the people that were staring, gawking, at you. At you and Ransom on the screen and then down to the pair by the bar.

“Please talk to me,” Ransom pleaded, “I didn’t know that’s what she was going to do.”

“Did you sleep with her?” You asked, your mind reeling with how this could be a vendetta against Ransom, and you’re caught in the crossfire.

Ransom’s eyes widened, “Yeah, probably a year ago.”

“You fuckin’ idiot. Get out of my way.” You tried to walk past him, but he blocked your path.

“Can I come with you?” He asked face paled.

You scowled, “No. Move.”

Ransom followed you, weaving between the crowds of sniggers and laughter. You could hear him pleading, almost begging for you to stop but you refused. You needed to get out of there and he was making it more difficult.

You skimmed the edge of the pool and Ransom grabbed your bicep, attempting to stop and turn you around. Without a second thought, you spun and shoved him. He fell backwards into the pool with a great splash. It only made you feel good for a split second until he resurfaced.

“Consider this my notice, I quit.” You turned on your heel and left the party, your job and Ransom behind.

The End.

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